Half-buried Dog (Perro Semi-hundido, in Spanish) is one of the names usually given to this painting by Francisco de Goya y Lucientes. It shows the head of a small dog looking upwards to something invisible to the viewer. The dog itself is quite lost in the vastness of the rest of the image, which is […]… Continue reading Perro Semihundido – Half-buried Dog – A beloved work by Francisco de Goya (seen from beyond…)
Xan mo ilo, kamlale! Pale si ma e zhivindi jag… These are Rromani words meaning “Eat my heart, my beloved ones! While I still keep the flame of life…” So why do I want my heart eaten?… How?… By whom?… To the first –rhetorical– question my answer is simple: because I need love now beyond… Continue reading Xan mo ilo! – Eat my heart!
In Loving Memory of Ari Fontrodona – Called to meet the Father (or Mother), and our own parents, on August 13th – 2016. May she be in Grace and perfect happiness, as she always intended —and often accomplished— in her earthly life, in spite of everything. When she named this blog SOMETHING BEYOND, she really… Continue reading Before Crossing the Dark Veil into the Light
No need to comment much about the dishevelled hair above and below, the bandana or the associated posts on Polyvore. This is an irrelevant post to almost everybody except the poster himself… but I like it 🙂 About Arthur Schopenhauer —who was a detestable misogynist, but a perfect genius anyway— I just feel like bringing… Continue reading Beautiful “bad hair” & A deep insight by Arthur Schopenhauer -lover of cats
Being the immediate continuation of “Still life and still death” -with a small gap of four verses… – “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.” —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my… Continue reading The hyacinth girl -neither living, nor dead
Illustrating old dead roots into the sand – young still flesh; branches and leaves – oddly lightened [Dedicated to the bewitching memory of my sister, who was fond of T. S. Eliot -and entirely inspired by her physical absence nowadays] – What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?… Continue reading Still life and still death
This may seem -it seems, indeed- a silly photograph with a clumsy framing, but I like it; most especially because it figures someone dear coming into view, and gladly so, when she is entirely out of the field now. I see Ari often when I dream. Wishful dreaming, possibly… but I believe -I somehow know… Continue reading A peep into the objective, years ago